Showing posts with label Poppy. Show all posts
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Puppy Pics

Labels: , , , - Wednesday, 9 May 2012



'You may think there are no such things as miracles, but there truly are, just, maybe not in the sense(s) that you were thinking'.


Exploring, and toppling a tiny bit, whilst mum was in the yard.

   
Hugging his mums back leg, the camera was zoomed and set for this photo.

Here's pup. 
I don't know the gender of 'him' yet, but somehow saying 'him' sounds a whole lot more personal than 'it'.. so if I refer to pup as a he, it's for 'just because' reasons. The vet didn't tell us his gender, he went to Mike at the car because pup was born on the back seat, and I think his main concern was that pup was OK, and when he was, that he and mum were taken home and got into the warm as soon as possible. 
 (He was also the emergency vet, so he was in for a short time for us).

 So I'll worry about the gender when he's a little older. :)

Well there he is, he is tiny, and he has a black strip across his eyes like a mask, and I really like the way those markings look, I'm looking forward to seeing him grow, and how those markings grow with him. He is also such a wriggly little fella, he is shuffling up her back and all round the bedding for more than I realized they do at this age, and I sit here watching Poppy moving him close to her, so he is just as he should be,(To keep him warm). So many times in a day, that I couldn't even count... 
but if it's the sign of things to be, I see us running round behind pup and toddler alike! 
Poppy, now. Poppy has also changed so much, she's less dominant, and so much more affectionate, it's as if we have a different dog here. I couldn't tell you how much being a mum has changed her and it's all for the better. And she is loving protecting and caring for him just the way that she should be, it only makes life hard getting Bruno in the yard because she treats him like a predator, but I guess that it's part of her job as a mum, and her job is to look after baby from anything. 

A trust like no other..


I went to stroke Poppy yesterday, and I noticed her move from pup, I gently stroked him with the back of my finger. I was really surprised that she allowed me to do that, (But I wouldn't do it in front of the children in case they tried and she did get protective). 
 I did stroke them both again at about 4 this morning, her first, and then him, only this this time I took my camera. And again, like before, she moved her front leg out of the way.
That is a special trust, a bond, and it really means a lot to me, to mean that much to her.

And  you know, it is amazing at the amount of changes that one little life can bring. 

Well, I had better get some cleaning done, and I also need to change the old towels with her and pup, as they do get messy very fast. 
Have a good day.

Take care 
Louise x








God, what a day. (Maybe a little graphic in parts).

Labels: , , , - Monday, 7 May 2012

About a week ago, we noticed Poppy felt swollen. 
I looked at her Sunday, and she seemed even more swollen, she looked swollen too, all of my instincts said it was pups, but she didn't actually look pregnant. And because of where her menstrual cycle was, we thought it was either a phantom pregnancy or something else.
 I said it was worth taking her to the vets to find out what was wrong, when it opened Tuesday, so at least we knew what was happening, (As it's bank holiday Monday).  And I also jokingly said I didn't want to find out it was pups by her going into labour tomorrow. How I could have ate those words. 


She went into labour in the early hours Monday. When she finally went into the stage of contractions, I checked her and she didn't seem to open.. having never had a litter of pups, a bitch in labour or anything else, I was truly clueless. 
When I next checked her, I saw feet. 
Ringing the vets, he gave advice to Mike on the phone, and I tried to deliver pup with lube, as advised. I picked her up, and put Poppy on my lap on her back. But I had noticed that the contractions stopped, and Poppy was exhausted. I was also making her sore trying to get the pup out.. which was upsetting both Poppy and me, and to top it off, pup wouldn't move much, when it seemed to be coming out, it went back in, Poppy seemed to get floppier, she even stopped panting, and I was becoming increasingly scared for both Poppy and pup. Mike spoke to the vet the whole time that I was trying to help her, he gave the vet the information, then we all decided it was best to get her up there, he gently bundled Poppy in the car and took her to the vet.


I was in floods of tears, PC in the front room, my facebook was open, my emotions, random, and raw, I posted a couple of lines on my page: 


'Please keep poppy in your thoughts and heart, only realized a couple of days ago she 'might' be pregnant, she went into labour today, and there are problems shes rushed to the vets.. i can't stop crying xx'

I rang Mike's phone for an update. And Mike told me that the vet had said that the puppy had died a while ago, and that it had taken him pretty much all the time that Mike was there to to take the puppy out. (About half an hour).
 Then I asked about any other pups, Mike said to me, that, that was it. That the puppy was half the size of Poppy, and that all the afterbirth and everything all came out with the puppy.
I felt so guilty. And heart wrenched, it was a nightmare.
 I asked if Poppy was Ok, and if he was bringing her home. He said that the vet had given Poppy a painkiller injection, that he was going to pay the vet, finish off there, and then he was going to pop her in the car. and bring her home with him. I was so heartbroken :( 
I'd been there with her from the first pant, tried to deliver pup and now it was gone, over, just like that. But Poppy was OK, and she would need us, I was also sat wondering how she was going to be.
On top of that, I also had to break the news to the kids. It was horrible.

Then. Mike was taking to long coming home. So I rang his phone. 

He said that as he was getting in the car, Poppy started making a lot of fuss over herself. He checked her, and there she was, with pup number 2. He said he turned round and rang the vets doorbell to get back in! I held my breath a little before I asked if pup was OK, He said the vet had checked it, and yes it was OK/alive, that the vet believed it was hidden under her ribs, which is why he didn't feel it when he checked her.
 Mike then added that he was already bringing them both home, that he was in the car and could see the house.. 
I broke down. I cannot tell you how I felt, but In one day, I think it's fair to say, that I've felt, and gone through every emotion known to mankind.

~ Poppy and puppy are now asleep in the front room. Bruno in the kitchen feeling sorry for himself lol. 
But she is making a wonderful first time mum, and we've decided that we will be keeping puppy too. 3 dogs lol.

I've also managed to eat in the first time in 24 hours, which has made me feel a lot better too, but apart from that even after a nap I'm shattered, it's 6 44AM Tuesday, I'm going to start getting the children motivated, and relax offline now.. and although I probably seem like the worst pet owner.. I just wanted to say that I do love all my family. 
Take care

~ Love Louise 

To add.. just for the FYI really: Sundays post was removed due to doubts I shared, as looking back, doesn't help moving forward.


(Our local vet said that he spays for 150£ where as the other vet said they charged 350£, but we moved and hadn't asked this one. He also said that if we wanted to do it, to give Poppy a couple of months with puppy to heal and everything, so yes after that time is up she will be booked to be spayed, so this will be first and only little litter, which I think is best for her and us, (Mike asked, as I'd asked him to).








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